Would I, Should I?

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If I was young

You would see me;

Would I give up hope

For temporary vanity?

 

If I was beautiful

You would see me;

How insubstantial

Would I have to be?

 

If I was rich

You would see me;

Does bought amity

Come with a guarantee?

 

If I was ambitious

You would see me;

Would that secure

Inviolability?

 

If I just love

You can’t see me,

Should I forget you

To assure my sanity?

 

As Whole

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this is my life

a walk in the dark

a smile with a price

a devouring fire when all i wanted was a spark.

 

this is what remains

nothing to see ahead

nothing but tears and pains

nothing but a struggle to earn some bread.

 

this is what love grows

a heart that never dies

despite those million throws

of cheating, of slanders, of deceits and lies.

 

this is all I am left with

as life corrodes the body and soul

and I try to hold on to each bit

but cannot figure out which part was the complete whole.

Dancer

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I searched for a word
to rhyme with cancer,
and all i could think of
was the word ‘dancer’.

i just wrote a poem –
just yesterday –
of the hope i put to god,
to let her be okay.

but he doesnt exist,
so it was a fucked up hope;
cancer asks to dance again,
it widened its scope –

it danced with mom last year,
and now forces my pet,
i cant dare to pray,
it may not be done yet.

It may be God
spreading his fingers,
to catch any last hope
that perchance lingers;

but worry not,
there is none left;
you did your job well,
and now i am bereft,

of hope, of faith,
of all that i knew,
so instead of god,
i’ll just dance with you.